The face that is in my dreams andthoughts, squared and set,eyes seeing things real and yet not,is the one that I love withoutclaiming it, my mouth yet toutter the words I so much longto say, to watch those beautiful blueeyes and sly, smirking mouth, movein surprise and delight as thethree tiny words would slip past my lipsand reach your big, framing ears.Everything that you are comprised ofis the definition of my love, from thebouncing, blond curls around yourboyish yet manly features, to the longstride of your legs, so much farther thanmine, to the strong, callused hands thatsteady and create wonders for theworld. If the Sun could take on an Earthlyform, it would be made into your smile,as when you feel joy, the whole world lightsup, the whole world that is mine,just because you are in it.